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Hurricane

Winter really was etching in fast onto the beach, the cooler air didn't hit Hurricane all that much though. But it was much colder than he really wanted it to be. The warrior usually hunted alone, and always brought back more than his own share anyways. Walking along the border he sang his usual shanties when he came across a black blotch resting by a boulder. Huh - was this the leader of that other group that Rhine talked with? Curious, the tom halted his shanty and walked over, a small minnow in his mouth.

Stopping a good distance from Bai, he dropped the fish, "Hello - who might you be?" He tilted his head, great mane flowing with his motions. He wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't had the mass of fur he had for his entire life.